Every person has their own secret yearnings, their hidden past times indulged in at leisure and in covert pleasure, as common as the usage of a toilet and as desperately concealed from the public eye. For some it might be a few more drinks than a police officer with a breathalyzer might approve of. For others it might be a deliciously violent video game of which few soccer moms would look fondly upon. For Ezekiel Carter it was being on his knees and submitting to the authority of women whom the PTA would just as soon maintain a restraining order keeping them at least a hundred yards from the school he taught at. But everyone had their own taboo pleasures, and the masochistic submission to sadistic and sensual females was his.

It was something he resorted to every month or so. At the end of each month, when he'd saved up enough money to pay the fees to enter and use the facilities, to submit to the women therein. Safe, sane, consensual, with full amenities for the lifestyle. Some of the women were chubby, or even plump. Some were rail thin. Some younger, some older. All of them shared something in common. A deep seated yearning to be cruel, to inflict pain upon a man, to make him pay for his masculinity, to abuse him and his straining, throbbing manhood.